"Don't, don't pour it down." Wang Datong quickly grabbed the wine bowl, remembering yesterday's nightmare, and still feels scared. Not to mention a bowl of talisman wine, he even accepted a piece of shit.

Wang Datong usually has a lot of social engagements and has a good alcohol tolerance, but after drinking a pound of Erguotou, his stomach will inevitably roll in his stomach. He was talking about it. What Master Wu Er at Jingyanggang is definitely not drinking distilled liquor, otherwise, let alone the ** bowl, a large bowl can be slack.

"Director Wang, remember, each talisman is filled with one pound of Erguotou, but it will be useless if it is missing." Qin Xuebing has quietly helped Wang Datong remove the nightmare talisman, but he doesn't want Wang Datong to live a good life. He is nine pounds of Erguotou in three days, I believe that this great director will impress him.

"In addition, I suggest that Director Wang staying in the hotel first is safer, or go back." Qin Xuebing was really afraid that this guy would drive back when he was drunk. If he had a few things on the way, he wouldn't be able to get the house.

"The house, Xiao Si, it's gone." Wang Datong was deeply resentful when he watched Qin Xuebing leave. He had only bought this house for nearly two years after embezzling public funds in the stock market. Xiao Si's candidates were also found. They were students from Peking University, but they were gone by Qin Xuebing's trouble.

Of course, he would not be too stupid to take revenge. Otherwise, using Qin Xuebing's methods to make him dreams come true and it would be difficult to directly take his life. The best way is to stay away from this evil star.

Mr. Qin changed into Taoist robe as usual, carrying fortune-telling outfits, and having a childish face, which was quite like a fairy-like appearance. However, as soon as he walked out of the house, he was stopped by Qin Xuebing: "Grandpa, don't go out today, I'll tell you something."

Mr. Qin has not used the Qimen secret technique for the past twenty years, but his eyesight has not regressed. He can see at a glance that there is a red light at the tip of Qin Xuebing's nose, which looks like a red cloud, which is a sign of wealth. He asked sternly: "You bastard, can't you use the Qimen secret technique to make money?"

"Grandpa, how dare I do it?" Qin Xuebing shook his head quickly. If he admitted it, he might be beaten. He needed to find a suitable reason at a suitable opportunity and then tell the old man about the Qi Refining Art.

As for the jade pen, it is too magical and too illusory, and it is destined to be Qin Xuebing’s secret alone. Of course, even if I tell it, no one believes it: “I picked up a bargain in Panjiayuan and spent a few hundred yuan to buy a plum vase in the Ming Yongle inner mansion. After replacing it, I changed my house and one million cash.”

Qin Xuebing did not tell the truth, otherwise it would be easy to see with his master's shrewdness that he used the secret technique of Qimen to make money. These things must be known after telling the master the Qi Refining Art.

Mr. Qin did not doubt that there was a falsehood and asked, "Where is the house?"

"Yunyang Community has an area of ​​120 square meters and has been renovated. If you choose a zodiac auspicious day, we will move there." Qin Xuebing couldn't wait. If there is conditions, he naturally did not want the old man to live in a small house less than 30 square meters.

Mr. Qin looked at him strangely and cursed with a smile: "You bastard have never been to Yunyang Community, right?"

"How do you know?" Qin Xuebing couldn't help but wonder, was the old man starting to use the magical arts?

"If I've been there, it would be strange if I don't beat you up."

Mr. Qin glared at him and continued, "I went to Yunyang Community to calculate my fortune. The feng shui there is not good, and it is not suitable for living."

Qin Xuebing understood that if he knew that Feng Shui was not good and wanted the old man to move over, it would be really suspicious of being beaten. However, he had another opinion on this: "You have always said that Feng Shui is not absolute, and the pattern determines the universe. Let's just change the pattern."

"You bastard, are you trying to use the secret technique of the Qimen again?" Old Master Qin angrily practiced the blinking magic skill on his forehead.

Qin Xuebing knew that he had let it go, and smiled embarrassedly and said, "Then I'll sell the house first, and we'll go and see the house on the weekend."

"You go by yourself, I won't hang out with you."

Mr. Qin knew that buying a house was cumbersome, so he was unwilling to follow him. However, he also put forward a few suggestions. First, the feng shui must be good, secondly, there must be parks nearby, and finally there must be primary and secondary schools nearby.

Qin Xuebing deeply agreed that good Feng Shui is not only beneficial to the body and mind, but also very beneficial to fortune and cannot be ignored. What's more, as a person in the Qimen who lives in a place with poor Feng Shui, if he is encountered by his fellow men, he will be really embarrassing.

Parks are also extremely important. In today's urban life, the distance between people is getting farther and farther away. Qin Xuebing doesn't want the old man to do nothing all day after he moves into a building, and may get Alzheimer's disease in advance. If there is a park, it will be different. The old man can go to the park to stroll around the birds and chat with other old men and women, and life will definitely be fun.

As for the school, it is for the sake of the next generation. When Qin Xuebing has children in the future, it will be more convenient to go to school.

After accompanying the old man to study for a long time and taking all the factors into consideration, Qin Xuebing rushed to Sifang Pavilion with the bag of copper coins, but he was unwilling to miss this exchange meeting.

For Qin Xuebing, participating in such exchanges will have many benefits. Being able to get to know people in the circle, exchange collection experiences, and master the dynamics of the antique circle has achieved the goal of increasing your experience.

In addition, it is about collecting exchanges. You can exchange collections or trade collections. You don’t have to be profitable by antique shops. If you meet enthusiasts, you can even sell them at a price higher than the market.

In this regard, Qin Xuebing was deeply affected. According to Ye Zijing's estimate, if the inner mansion's plum vase is sold for three million, Qin Xuebing will lose at least one million. But if Qin Xuebing has enough connections in the circle, will he lose one million?

"Boss Qian, the old fox, you just pray that there are no fine products in this bag of copper coins." Qin Xuebing smiled. He had heard a lot of reputation in Panjiayuan that Qian Zhengtai was "loving money like life". If a fine product was produced in this bag of copper coins, and a fine product that Qian Zhengtai did not have, then he would definitely be confident to get back the million he lost.

"Boss Qian, Beautiful Beautiful, we're meeting again."

Qin Xuebing looked very familiar with each other, put the copper coins on the cabinet, and joked: "I haven't seen each other for two days, and the beauty of Beibei has become more sensible. Her little face is as delicate as if she has been painted with honey. She really wants to catch a kiss."

"Get out, go to Sifang Pavilion to tease my granddaughter." Qian Zhengtai laughed and scolded, but he didn't realize that this kid really had a bit of a slut.

Qian Beibei rolled her eyes, touched her smooth little face, and snorted: "If you have the ability, you should kiss me. If you kiss me, you should be responsible."

"Ahem..."

Qin Xuebing coughed violently, never expecting that this beauty was so fierce: "Beibei beauty, reserved, must be reserved."

"I am a beauty, not a lady, why should I be reserved?" Qian Beibei was quite content. In her opinion, being a lady is so tiring.

"Okay, I'm afraid of you." Qin Xuebing shut up in disappointment. What else can he say when he meets such a tough girl?

"Tsk, you have a lust, but no lust." Qian Beibei snorted again, very disdainful.

"I..." Qin Xuebing really didn't know what to say. He could always prove that he was brave enough by kissing him? Little did he know that he had to be responsible for kissing him. He could not afford this responsibility and dared not take it.

"Qin Xuebing, I didn't expect you to be teased."

The giggling chuckle made Qin Xuebing even more depressed. When he looked back, he found that it was the enthusiastic hero Ye Zijing: "Can't you be one minute later?"

"Can you see this good show one minute later?"

Ye Zijing smiled, as the saying goes, it is better to come sooner than you are: "Boss Qian, Beibei, you have gained a lot recently."

"Compared with your old Ye family, our Sifang Pavilion is just a small fight."

Qian Beibei greeted him enthusiastically, held Ye Zijing's arm and curled his lips to Qin Xuebing: "Zijing, how do you know this guy?"

"Student in the same class, but this guy doesn't know how to take care of his classmates. Even though I know that I like porcelain, I don't transfer the plum vase of the Ming Yongle inner palace to me, hey..."

Ye Zijing sighed and felt deeply resentful: "You two grandfathers and grandchildren will take mercy later and transfer the plum vase of Ming Yongle's inner mansion to me."

"You have to let the other two competitors give in, but Zijing, you are so beautiful, just blink a few times to ensure that they can't find Bei." Qian Beibei said half-truely. The so-called secret auction is a bidding for several people at the same time, writing the price on the note, and whoever bids the higher will be the one who will be.

In fact, secret shots are more difficult than open shots. You must understand the psychology of your competitors before you can buy them at a reasonable price.

In addition, we must understand the seller's psychology. The price offered cannot be lower than the seller's psychological bottom line, otherwise the seller has the right not to sell.

Ye Zijing frowned and said nothing more. Although there are many inestimable risks in this method of secret shooting, on the contrary, if you can guess the bottom line of your competitors, you can win it at the lowest price.

"Qin Xuebing, you have brought something here, you won't find another leak, right?" Seeing a worn-out bag in front of Qin Xuebing, Ye Zijing decisively changed the topic.

"He has enough money to bring such a broken bag to participate in antique exchanges." Qian Beibei still did not forget to attack Qin Xuebing.

"It is wrong to judge people by their appearance, and it is even worse to judge things by their appearance. The bag is full of ancient copper coins."

"Copper coins?" Qian Zhengtai and Qian Beibei's grandson couldn't help but lit up. Collecting ancient coins was their greatest interest.

"Ancient coins, Boss Qian's favorite." Ye Zijing blinked at Qin Xuebing, as if reminding her that she could take this opportunity to blackmail Qian Zhengtai.

"When you are not short of money, you have to keep the good things yourself." Qin Xuebing said cooperated. As for whether there are fine ancient coins in the bag and whether there are rich and rare ancient coins, he doesn't know, because he has been busy with other things these two days and has not yet divided the ancient coins into categories.

However, if there are really ancient coins that are hard to come by, he will keep them himself, after all, he is also a collector.

Qian Beibei curled her lips disapprovingly. She knew her grandfather's achievements in collecting ancient coins. She collected thirty ones with fifty treasures alone. The ancient coins from other periods were involved, with a total number of thousands and a variety of nearly a thousand. She was definitely the most popular collectors of ancient coins. Generally, ancient coins were not favored at all. Qin Xuebing wanted to use this to cheer the old man's appetite, which was like a fool.

Qian Zhengtai squinted his eyes, not thinking it was also unfair. In recent years, no one has taken ancient coins to Sifang Pavilion to take advantage of it, but if he turned around, he could find an ancient coin with a better quality from the collection.

"Boss Qian, please take out the plum bottle of Ming Yongle's inner mansion and enjoy it. I've been so greedy these two days."

But a middle-aged fat man walked in, with a big belly, a fat head, and a picture scroll in his hand, probably a collection used to participate in the communication.

"Boss Liu, don't worry, Mr. Ouyang San will arrive soon. I will introduce you to two children first."

Qian Zhengtai acted like sitting firmly on Diaoyutai. Today he invited several collectors with super purchasing power, and was not afraid of not being able to sell at high prices: "This is Miss Ye Zijing, who comes from a collector family. She is young and has first-class eyesight; this is Qin Xuebing, and the plum vase in the inner palace of Yongle of Ming Dynasty was bought by him."

"All of them are young talents." The middle-aged man seemed to sigh, but he didn't agree. The antique industry is in dire straits. He is young and has no choice but to be much more savvy. Even if Qin Xuebing gets a hole, he seems to be just lucky and has stepped on shit.

"Xiao Ye, Xiao Qin, this is Liu Yuanguang and Boss Liu, who is engaged in chain business and is also a big player in our antique industry. He has a Ming Chenghua Doucai Chicken Cup." Qian Zhengtai introduced again.

"Liu Yuanguang?" Qin Xuebing was stunned for a moment. Isn't this the same name as Grandma Liu's unfilial eldest son? Could it be the same person?

Qin Xuebing's face became a little gloomy. If this guy was really Grandma Liu's eldest son, it would be damned. He kept the Doucai Chicken Cup worth tens of millions of yuan, but let his parents live in the garbage dump, and it would not be an exaggeration to cut it into pieces.

However, Qin Xuebing did not find similarities to Grandpa Liu and Grandma Liu in Liu Yuanguang. Moreover, this person has a fat figure and is very contrasted with the thin Grandma Liu family. It is very likely that it is not. After all, the name Liu Yuanguang is too ordinary. There are no 10,000 or 8,000 people with the same name in the country.

However, before sufficient evidence, Qin Xuebing was not good at making a conclusion. He just kept a secret and said quietly: "Chenghua Doucai is rare, and the chicken jar cup is the most expensive. It was sold for nearly 30 million Hong Kong dollars in 1999. Now the value is probably not less than 50 million. Boss Liu is very lucky."

"I'm lucky, I just picked up a small leak." Liu Yuanguang said modestly, but the words were full of rebelliousness and pride.

Strictly speaking, Liu Yuanguang is not an antique lover. However, his business has been getting bigger and bigger in recent years, and his contact level has become higher and higher. He learns to play with antiques, buys a few pieces to embellish the storefront, and is elegant. As for the Doucai Chicken Cup in Chenghua, the Ming Dynasty, it is purely unintentional, but it has earned Liu Yuanguang enough, and no one dares to regard him as an outsider.

"The Ming Chenghua Doucai Chicken Grooster Cup is a small leak. What is the broken plum bottle in the Ming Yongle inner palace? Just pray that you are not Grandma Liu's son." Qin Xuebing was secretly unhappy with the other party's criticism and couldn't help but think of Chenghua Doucai Chicken Grooster Cup. Once it is confirmed that Liu Guangyuan is Grandma Liu's unfilial eldest son, he will definitely get the chicken cup.

"Boss Qian, I'm not late, right? Hey, the little girl from the Ye family is here too."

Accompanied by a thick voice, a strong man came in, named Ouyang Zhanjun, the third young man from the Ouyang family. He was not old and had already galloped through the business world and caused quite a lot of storms.

In addition, this Ouyang Sanshao is also an antique enthusiast. He plays everything in auctions, ghost markets, black markets, street stalls, and all-round. He has already gained a great reputation in the antique circle at the age of 30.

"Brother Ouyang, I didn't go to find a female star." Ye Zijing snorted, very dissatisfied with the title of girl movie.

"Women don't have antiques important." Ouyang Zhanjun smiled embarrassedly. Apart from antiques, he loves female stars the most. Of course, this is not a shameful thing. It's just that a little girl said it, which makes it strange.

"You..." Ye Zijing was so angry that she walked over and kicked Ouyang Zhanjun, saying that women were not as important as antiques. Isn't this naked discrimination against women?

"Don't, the third brother is wrong. If you are a female star, how can antiques be important?" Ouyang Zhanjun smiled bitterly. The Ouyang family and the Ye family are family friends. Both families love this little girl movies very much, and he dare not provoke them easily.

Ye Zijing coughed lightly and said seriously: "Since you admit your mistake, you have to accept the punishment. You have to give in to me today." The gratification she said naturally pointed out the plum vase in the Yongle inner palace.

"That won't happen." Ouyang Zhanjun shook his head quickly. Isn't it just for the plum vase of the inner mansion? Besides, he also made a promise with the old man at home that he would take the plum vase of the inner mansion of the Ming Yongle.

Ouyang Zhanjun's words made Qian Zhengtai breathe a sigh of relief. If these people did not compete, the plum vase in the inner palace would not be able to sell for a good price. So he quickly changed the topic: "All people are here, then let's start."

Qian Zhengtai led everyone to the small living room in the corner. While asking Qian Beibei to serve tea, he carried out the plum vase of Ming Yongle's inner mansion and placed it on the table: "Everyone, please take a look."

"Ouyang Sanshao played with porcelain much earlier than me, so you can ask for it first." Liu Yuanguang knew how many pounds he had, and it was true that he had picked up a big leak, but he had hit him more often, but he just didn't spread it, so it was better to listen to other people's words and make a judgment.

"Then I will take it as my choice."

Ouyang Zhanjun was not polite, so he picked up the plum vase in the inner palace and looked at it, and said, "The whole vessel is covered with blue and white glaze. The glaze is thick and smooth, and it is as bright as jade. The flint at the junction of the body and glaze between the feet is obvious, the flint is short and shallow, the sand is fine, and there is a very light flint red in the part. Judging from the body and glaze, it is undoubtedly the plum vase in the inner palace of Yongle in the Ming Dynasty."

Ouyang Jun deliberately said only half of it, then put the inner mansion's plum vase on the table: "You can also hold the pictures of the little girl from the Ye family."

Ye Zijing was unwilling to let go. After looking at it for a while, he only said one sentence: "The two regular script characters Neifu written by Su Maliqing on the shoulder of the bottle are full of fonts, the blue and white hair color is pure, and the color material is deeply rooted in the body, which is in line with the characteristics of the Yongle period of the Ming Dynasty. Boss Liu, it's your turn." After that, he put the plum bottle of Neifu.

"Last year, I was fortunate to see the plum vase of the Ming Yongle Inner Palace in the Forbidden City in Taipei. It is basically the same as this one, and there is no trace of old destruction on the entire item. It should be an object with a wide open door."

Liu Yuanguang's words made everyone roll their eyes, and saying it means not saying it.

Qin Xuebing asked at the right time: "Boss Liu, don't you think this Ming Yongle inner mansion plum vase looks familiar?"

"Of course it looks familiar. If the bottle mouth is intact, it will be almost exactly the same as the one in the Forbidden City in Taipei."

Liu Yuanguang said naturally, but the others were confused and did not understand why Qin Xuebing had this question.

"Isn't it really not Grandma Liu's eldest son?" Qin Xuebing muttered secretly. If Liu Yuanguang was Grandma Liu's eldest son, he would have seen this plum vase in the Ming Yongle inner mansion when he was a child, but looking at Liu Yuanguang's expression, he should have no impression of it.
Chapter completed!